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The Start of Something New	By : monamourange Category: Individual Celebrities > Ryan Reynolds Views: 3286 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the celebrity I am writing about. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Chapter 5: To Clean or Not to Clean, That is the Question.

They both got ready for the day, this included Ryan shaving. For the first time, in a long time, Heather was nervous about seeing a guy, and couldn’t decide what to wear.

‘Heather,’ she told herself, ‘calm down! You know that if you act all nervous Ryan’s not gonna want to be around you. You just need to go and clean, cuz you sure aren’t getting paid to make out with him. Although...’ Heather thought to herself, ‘that would be the most glorious job in the world, except perhaps maybe being his sex-slave!’

Heather’s mind then went into overload. A picture popped into her head of Ryan tying her down on the bed, and doing many unspeakable and glorious acts to her willing and pliable body.

‘Stop Heather! If you go over to his house and are blushing he’s gonna know exactly why.’ Heather smiled to herself. ‘I still can’t believe it! I’m dating Ryan Reynolds!!!’ She began jumping up and down in her room. ‘I have to tell somebody! I have to call Andrea and Ashley!’

Andrea and Ashley were Heather’s best friends. Heather and Andrea had been best friends for nine years. They had been in the same fifth grade class. At first they had both thought that the other was mean and scary looking, but after a couple days they had eventually started talking. They had been best friends ever since. Andrea was Hispanic, smart, beautiful, and nineteen. She was so full of life, and was always trying to think optimistically. Heather, on the other hand, was rather pessimistic at times.

Ashley and Heather had known of each other in middle school, but they hadn’t become friends until tenth grade. Ashley was a beautiful, intelligent, twenty-year old that was always chipper and happy. Very rarely, if ever, was Ashley ever seen without a smile on her face.

Both Andrea and Ashley were short, 5’1”, had beautiful curly hair, and the funnest of personalities. They could always cheer Heather up when she was depressed.

Heather knew that she had to talk to them and tell them about everything that had been going on. ‘I just know that they’re not gonna believe me! Oh well... I’ll just have to try until they do!’

‘I wonder if they’re in classes right now?’ The past couple of weeks Heather, and her friends, had kind of lost touch of each other. It was only a couple of weeks until finals in their classes, so all three of them had been very busy studying. Andrea was going to school at St. Mary’s in Indiana, and Ashley was going to A&M in Kingsville. ‘I’m sure they’ll be very happy to hear from me!’

Heather dialed Ashley’s number, waited for the ringing to start, and then for Ash to pick up. “Hello?”

“Hi, Friend! This is Heather!”

“Hey Chica! How have you been?”

“I’ve been great actually! I have some important news to tell you!” Heather said excitedly. “But first I’m gonna three-way Andrea. Hold on!”

Heather dialed Andrea’s cell phone number, then clicked back over to Ash. “Hey Andrea! This is Heather!”

“Hey Friend! What are you up to?”

“Actually, I have some really good news to tell you and Ash, but I want you to guess!” Heather smiled to herself. “What is one of the best things that could happen to me?” Heather asked, hoping they would start guessing.

“Umm... you got a mitsubishi eclipse?”

“No, but good guess!”

“You graduated from college early?”

“No, think more like a dream that I’ve had!”

“Umm... to meet Gerard Butler?”

“You’re getting close... think of the movie Van Wilder!”

“You met Ryan Reynolds?!”

“Even better, but you have to promise not to say anything to anyone. I’m gonna tell ya’ll both, but nobody else can know! Do ya’ll promise?”

“Yeah!”

“Yes!”

“I’m dating Ryan Reynolds!”

“What?!” they both exclaimed.

“Was this a dream you had?” Ashley asked.

“No,” Heather said patiently, “it’s real. He came here from California, and moved into a house down the road from me. Then he called me up, because he wanted me to clean his house. I went over there to check out his house, we started talking, and then we started umm... kissing! Now we’re dating”

“WHAT?!?! Are you actually being serious? I can’t believe it! NO! You have to be lying... there’s no way!” Heather let her friends run out of steam and they eventually trailed off.

“Yes, I’m actually telling the truth, no I’m not lying! This is serious, very serious! Isn’t it awesome! I still can’t believe it!

“Okay,” Andrea said, “if this is serious, then we need proof!”

“Like what?”

“How about you have him call us?” Ashley offered.

“Yeah,” Andrea agreed, “AND since both Ash and I are gonna be coming home soon, you have to let us see him, and spend some time with ya’ll.”

“Umm... well...” Heather hesitated, “I don’t know! He might not like that, so I’ll ask him whenever I go over there today. I just don’t want him to feel like some pet that I’m showing off.”

Andrea and Ashley both laughed. “Well, if this IS true, then we both promise to be on our best behavior, and to not oggle your MAYBE boyfriend.”

“Fine!” Heather said. I’ll ask him today, and then we’ll call you and tell you the answer.”

Both of the curly-haired girls agreed.

“Speaking of him, I really have to go! I was supposed to have been cleaning Ry’s house for the past couple days, but we always ended up getting... umm... sidetracked.”

“I bet you did!” Andrea exclaimed.

“RY?!” Ashley asked.

“Umm... yeah... well... it’s a nickname that just kind of seemed to fit... Anyway, I’ve gotta go over there now...”

“And actually clean!” both girls chimed in.

“Yes, and actually clean! I’ll talk to ya’ll later! BYE!”

“Bye!” both girls answered back.

Heather hung up the phone, and finished getting ready. ‘God, it feels a lot better to have told somebody. I better hurry and get over to his house or else I’ll never get any work done!’

Heather again grabbed her iPod, her purse, and began walking out towards her car. She looked at the small distance from her house to Ryan's, and decided to just walk over. If she ended up staying too late then she could always have Ryan either walk or drive her home.

She started walking the short distance to his house, enjoying the sun and the warm weather they were having. ‘This weather is great, but man, I wish it would snow, or at least get cold again! I mean it’s freakin’ the middle of December, it should be cold or at least cool. Everyone should have to be wearing coats, or at the very least jackets, not shorts and flip flops. Oh well...’ Heather mentally shrugged.

Heather turned right and began the walk up Ryan’s driveway. She passed his eclipse, walked up the few steps to the front door, and knocked on the door.

Ryan answered the door in only a pair of faded blue jeans. HIs body had a slight sheen of sweat glistening down it.

Heather’s eyes were glued to his glistening abs. “U-umm... were you... umm... working out or something?”
Heather looked up and down his body.

Ryan wiped a bead of sweat out of his eyes, “Yeah, I haven’t worked out in a while, so I decided to just go ahead and do it for a while today.”

Ryan’s eyes met hers, and he could see the hunger that raged in her steel-grey orbs. His eyes raked over her body, covered in a pair of faded capris and a black spaghetti-strap shirt. Her hair was contained in a ponytail high on her head. The tops of her breasts were bare to his deep gaze. His eyes slightly dilated with hunger, causing a slight shiver to run through Heather’s body.

Heather stepped up to Ryan, causing him to stumble backwards slightly. Her lips went to his ear and she softly whispered, “I think you do this on purpose.” Her hot breath on his ear caused him to shiver. “I think you always put yourself in a situation where, when I come over, I’ll only be able to think about...” Here she touched the tip of his earlobe with the tip of her tongue, “...jumping you. Don’t you?” As she whispered this she ran her hand down his chest.

The only answer that Ryan seemed to be able to manage was to shake his head and run his big hands over her shoulders, down her arms, and grab her hips to pull her body even closer to his.

Their lips brushed softly, both allowing the feeling of closeness to wash over them. Ryan ran one of his hands through Heather’s hair, grabbing a handful and pulling back Heather’s head, baring her neck to Ryan’s passion-filled gaze.

He brushed his lips across her neck, flicking his tongue out to taste at the juncture between her head and shoulder. She tasted of vanilla and caramel. His lips kissed their way down her shoulder, his head traveling in the direction of her breasts.

Her moans were all that could be heard.

His hand trailed its’ way towards her shirt, finally resting on the mound of one of her breasts. His hand slowly applied pressure, feeling the peaks begin to harden.

One of her hands slid from his neck, her nails slowly scratching as they slid down his naked back. This caused him to growl deep in his throat and then slightly nip at her neck, showing her exactly how much he enjoyed it. She simply smiled, storing the knowledge away for later.

Her smile, however, was quickly wiped away when a moan escaped, caused by Ryan taking a cloth covered nipple into his mouth. Her body arched back, allowing him even better access.

He took hold of her shirt, and began to lift it up. Her hand grabbed his, stopping his motion.

His questioning gaze met her passion-filled one, “What ever happened to taking it slow?” she asked softly, trying to slow down her labored breathing.

He slightly smiled, “I don’t know, apparently a lot!”

She laughed softly, and placed her head on his chest. “Yeah, but remember, we said we were gonna actually clean today?”

“Yeah, you could clean me.” he softly whispered in her ear.

He looked into her laughing and slightly hungry eyes. “Yes, I guess I could, but the only way is if clothes are kept on...” she looked at him, “...the entire time!” she added.

He smiled his adorable smile at her, “But, how many clothes?” he asked with an adorable, innocent puppy-dog look on his face.

“Hmm... well... I’m definitely gonna be wearing most of mine!” she answered.

“Damn! And I was hoping I was gonna have to be the only one with ‘em on!”

“Nope! You’re not that lucky...” she smiled mischievously at him, “...yet!” she added with a wink.

He gazed into her eyes, “Are you serious about that?”

She looked up at him, “What, do you mean about me cleaning you? Yeah, sure I will.”

“No,” he answered, “about me getting lucky? I’m gonna ask you another personal question. How many guys have you slept with?”

She blushed, “Well... umm... you see...” Then she mumbled something.

“What was that?” he asked.

“I said, actually... none.” She looked away, her cheeks turning a bright red.

“You’re a virgin?”

“Yes I am!” she said in a firm voice. “I decided a long time ago that I was gonna save myself until I got married. If you have a problem with that then you can just tell me now and I can leave!” She looked him straight in the eyes.

“Actually,” he said “I think that’s wonderful! When I was younger I had decided that I was gonna do the same, but when I became a celebrity, well... that just kind of flew out the window.” He looked at her sheepishly.

“Yeah, I can understand that. I know that my thinking is considered really old timey, but I just don’t care. I just think that having sex is something that I could only ever share with the one man that I loved and was married too.”

He slightly released his hold on her, “So, do I need to slow down then, am I doing too much, or moving too fast?”

“I’ve done things with people.” she answered mysteriously, “ Believe me, if I get uncomfortable, I’ll tell you. I’m fine with doing things that just aren’t having sex.” She smiled up at him. “Are you okay with knowing that you’re not gonna be getting any punanny?” They both began laughing at her choice of words.

“Yeah, I think I’ll be able to handle it!” he looked her body over, “And I bet I can handle you too.” He grabbed her hand and pulled her over towards the lazyboy. She looked at him with a questioning gaze. “I didn’t want to get carried away, and I know that if we were to get horizontal, I would. I also wanted to be able to have you sitting on my lap.”

He sat down and patted his lap. The sight of him lounging in a chair, shirtless and apparently aroused, as was obvious by the bulge that was forming in his trousers, was an image that Heather knew, for a fact, she would never forget, EVER!

She slowly walked over to him, swinging her hips as she went. She stopped in front of him, their knees touching, bent over and slowly ran her hands up his legs, thighs, hips, and finally to his abdomen. She ran her hands over his tan and chiseled abs, and then grazed his nipple, causing Ryan’s breath to hitch and for him to lean farther back into the chair.

Heather slowly began to lower herself onto his lap, her back to his chest. His muscular arms went around her middle, pulling her closer to him.

She moved slightly to try and get comfortable and was met with a low moan from Ryan. Heather smiled to herself, allowing the knowledge that she was causing Ryan Reynolds to moan like this to wash over her.

She shifted again on his lap. His arms tightened around her, and he pulled her entire body even tighter against him. The bulge in Ryan’s trousers grew even more, causing Heather to suck in her breath and a small moan to escape her lips.

She rubbed her bottom even harder against his jean-covered bulge, and laid her back against his chest. Her head lay in the space between his shoulder and neck, causing her long silky hair to hang down, slightly caressing his skin, causing a shiver to run down his spine.

He lifted her shirt up slightly exposing her stomach to the air. His hands began stroking her abdomen, rubbing small circles in her skin. One hand continued to rub lower and lower, trailing its’ way towards the most private part of Heather’s body.

His fingers softly rubbed at the heat between Heather’s jean-covered thighs. Her head turned so that her mouth could reach his neck. Her lips softly sucked at the pulse-point in his neck. Her tongue shot out of between her pale pink lips, tasting the gloriousness that was Ryan. He tasted of spices and a slight hint of cinnamon. Her hands reached back, one grabbed onto his neck, the other began rubbing down his body.

Her hand traveled lower and lower, finally reaching the juncture between his legs. She turned herself around in his embrace, and straddled his body.

Her hands began running back and forth across his bulge, causing Ryan to throw his head back against the chair. His breathing began coming out erratic causing his chest to heave. His hips began to lift up off of the chair, straining to reach the heat of Heather’s hand, and have it apply pressure.

Her hand rubbed back and forth, applying more and more pressure. She squeezed slowly, causing Ryan’s breath to catch, and a long, low moan to escape from deep in his throat.

Her dark-grey orbs met his passion-filled chocolate-brown ones, and Ryan lent forward, causing their overly-sensitive lips to meet. Her hands went to the buttons of his jeans and began to unbutton...

But, before that could happen, the ringing of Heather’s cell phone broke through their passion-fogged minds.

Heather slowly pulled her hands away from his pants, dropped her head down against Ryan’s chest, and breathed in a deep sigh. ‘Okay,’ Heather thought, ‘just pull yourself away from his hot, glorious body, and go answer your phone.’ Heather’s muddled mind took a few seconds to finally fathom these thoughts, then she pulled herself away, slowly stood up, and made her way towards her phone.

“Hello?” Heather answered.

“Hi Chica!” It was Heather’s friend Ashley.

“Hey Friend,” Heather took a deep breath to try and control her still-labored breathing. “what’s up?” She turned around and was met with the picture of Ryan, with his hair looking thoroughly messed up, laying back in the lazy-boy with his eyes closed, breathing in deeply in an attempt to try and control his breathing.

“Nothin’ much, I just wanted to call to say hi, and to see if you were really telling the truth this morning.”

Heather’s eyes trailed down Ryan’s body, and she answered, “Oh believe me,” and here she sat on the arm of the lazy-boy right next Ryan’s arm, “I was definitely telling the truth! Hold on just a sec, will ya?”

“Yeah, sure!”

Heather set the phone down on the ground next to her feet. She looked over at Ryan and his eyes met hers. “Who is that?” he asked.

“That’s one of my best friends, her name’s Ashley. Today I kind of...” and here she gave him a sheepish half-smile, “...told her and another friend about you. They are my best friends and I know that I can trust them not to tell anyone who you are, or where you’re at! Please don’t hate me!” She said all of this in a huge rush.

Ryan looked at her still-flushed face, and her lowered eyes, and knew that he could trust her. He knew that whoever Heather’s friends were, they had to be pretty special. He ran his hand down her leg, and pulled her back onto his lap. He kissed her neck and hugged her against him. “As you can feel Honey,” and here he pressed her body down onto his lap a bit harder, “I could never hate you. If they are your best friends, then they have to be pretty special, and I trust you.”

“Great!” she exclaimed. “Then you have to do something for me. I told them that I would try to get you to talk to them to prove that you really are you.” She smiled at him again.

“Okay.” he said, “but you have to sit on my lap the entire time, and then, later on, you have to wash me, from head...” and here, he caught her gaze in his passionate one, “...to toe!”

“Yay! I don’t see how I’m losing, but okay!” She grabbed the phone and put it up to her ear. “Sorry I kept you waiting Ash. Okay, he said he’ll talk to you, so I’m gonna put him on. Here he is!”

“Hello?” he asked.

“Okay, so Heather said that you’re Ryan Reynolds, and that ya’ll are dating, but I just find it REALLY hard to believe.”

“Well,” Ryan answered, “I am! How do you want me to prove it?”

“Umm... well... I’m gonna have to ask you to do a couple lines from some movies. The REAL Ryan Reynolds would be able to say those lines in the exact voice that he did in the movies!”

“What lines to do you want me to say?” he asked.

“Umm... how about... the one in Just Friends were Chris is searching through the garage. He finds his snow-globe collection.”

“Okay, here goes...” he cleared his throat, “MOM! Were are my ice-skates?”

Heather then recited the lines, from memory, for Chris’ mother in a high-pitch squeaky voice. “I threw those out a long time ago, you were never very good at ice-skating anyway.”

“Well I’m good now!” Ryan quoted. “I need ‘em so that I can show of my talents to Jamie.”

“Jamie doesn’t care about that, you should just be yourself.” Heather began singing in the same high-pitch tone, “Be yourself, Be yourself, Be yourself! Come on Mikey and I are making snow angels!”

“I don’t wanna be myself.” then he said in an almost girlie/gay voice, “My snow-globe collection!”

All Heather and Ryan could hear on the other end of the line was Ashley’s great gasps for air. Ashley was laughing so hard that she fell out of her chair onto the floor.

Ryan and Heather looked at each other and softly smiled as they waited for Ashley to finally be able to talk again! “OH MY GODDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!” she screamed. “YOU REALLY ARE RYAN REYNOLDS!!!”

Here Heather took away the phone from Ryan. “See! I told ya! Why would I lie about that!”

“I don’t know!” Ashley answered, “I guess I thought you were just joking or something! I still can’t believe it! Are we gonna be able to meet him when we come home?”

Ryan stole the phone from Heather, “Yeah! Ya’ll can meet me, but you have to remember, I’m Heather’s!”

Heather started laughing her man-laugh, causing the other two people to laugh right along with her.

“Don’t worry!” Ashley gasped out, “I won’t try and steal you, I wouldn’t want Heather’s sloppy seconds!” Everyone again began roaring with laughter! “I guess I’ll leave ya’ll alone, so that ya’ll can...” and here Ashley let out a fake cough, “do some cleaning!”

Heather and Ryan’s eyes met, and they both began laughing, yet again! “Okay Friend, I’ll talk to you later! Bye!”

Heather hung up the phone and put it back in her purse. “I guess we better actually do some cleaning!” she said.

Ryan pulled her against him, “But I don’t wanna!” He gave her a mock-pouty face.

“How about I make a deal with you then. If we do ALL of the cleaning that needs to get to done, then for the couple hours that are left at the end of today, and for the next couple days, we won’t do ANY work. We’ll just... hang out! How’s that?”

“Sounds great!” Ryan exclaimed. “Let’s hurry and get it all done!”

Heather jumped off of Ryan’s lap, allowing him to get up. “Okay! Let’s get to work!”

For the rest of the day, they both cleaned up the entire house. They washed and scrubbed the entire bathroom, from top to bottom, swept and mopped all of the tile, vacuumed all of the rugs, dusted every inch of wood, and cleaned every other inch of the house.

That night, after eight solid hours of cleaning, Heather and Ryan finally fell on to the couch, exhausted.
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